I am the tree, you are the leaves
And it was spring when our conception came to fruition.
But things are now crumbling as----Never mind……
I can’t say it;
I suppose we were never meant to be.
And these leaves were to bound to fall,
Giving me the cold shoulder of winter,
Making me feel like I was the one dating Summer;
As it only took 290 days for her to leave Tom Hansen.
And 500 for him to get over the scar….
As she messed with his mind by returning his kisses,
But not his ardor.
Just as you returned my affection,
But didn’t reciprocate my emotion.
So I guess this means: